The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The iron gate screamed against the rusted hinges, a sound like a dying animal dragged through the mud, and I stood there in the courtyard of the old stone hall, the rain hammering against the single pane of glass in my window, while the smell of wet wool and old blood hung thick in the air, suffocating and sweet, and I looked down at the white silk scarf draped over my shoulders, a ribbon of...

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